Ghetto-ology Lyrics - Goodie Mob

"Uh-huh, been here been real 

Still clear South West 

Y'all niggas wanna do somethin' with it? 

Y'all niggas wanna do somethin' with it? 

Chorus: 

Now from that ghetto 

ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto 

Got one foot in, one foot out... 

of the ghetto 

ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto 

That's why I know the things I know! 

In the ghetto 

ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto 

And some of my friends done died befo' 

in the ghetto 

ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto 

That's why I can't seem to let go 

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Chiefton: 

How do you feel when you judge quick 

And you all up in my face and I ain't even spit? 

Just like them folk that say they know me from my old days 

I know you wonderin' about my spirit and my old ways! 

You hearin' me spittin' the piece of mind, got you froze in time 

Playin' catch-up with yourself 

I'm on another level, and you can say I'm dead wrong 

Even if you stay home 

They gotta fight because you livin' in a war zone 

Head strong 

Can't leave it 'lone till they get and they gone 

So now I'm stylin', my momma 'bout to travelin' 

He be hangin' with them monsters and they smilin 

And my babies' coughin', thinkin' they have TB 

And they neva call him daily in that wee-wee 

So what I find is to eliminate the problem 

Befo' they cause problems 

Befo' we have problems 

'Cause you thought you had it sewed up 

Until that green house grew all of a sudden 

Sho' nuff, it showed up 

Now you didn't know he had it in him 

The venom 

It fits the test and I'm gon (win) him 

Then the ride, can't be cryin' got it steady now 

You need to find out, there ain't no time-outs 

You can't sign-out, better than whine out 

Don't drop the gun 'cause the street is gettin' packed now 

Just let cones bang the ground, don't you back down! 

For it's the fate, that brought you to this place now 

So let it guide you and take you to that touch-down 

And stay ground, so that you can stay proud 

'cause one in, and one quick 

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CHORUS 

T-Mo: 

I got these jokers with their eyes red 

drinkin' too much, got dead 

I make you shout it if you's in the 'burbs 

Herbs beware. 

It's from the one that data compare 

logistic, chicken biscuit 

This Winter, he will forget the cold through a song 

And my (party wrong), and my weak is strong 

just kept his back turned, yearned 

for destruction bustin' microphones 

blessed the unprotected soul 

lettin' go, call him too much 

will get you off for sure 

watch (?) 

(?) top plate 

what's gon' save you from the hands of (why) 

when them guys gone, and you (bet) home in the ghetto 

Gipp: 

They trappin' him off within then 

Look at the fonky red'ead 

Done flipped them all as dead 

Paint wet, now I'm set 

Fight the shit, watch it hit 

Block lot, 

Neighborhood charcoals 

and that old (mark-o?) 

After dawn, on the porch 

(Got gone), mind blown 

Fashioned like, 

Niggas sold, new or old 

It's gettin' sold in the ghetto 

CHORUS 

Cee-Lo: 

Now from the go child 

my name is Lo 

God done gave me this vision quite some time ago 

He taught me shout it when you (talk chance the blow?) 

You preach that real shit 'till you can't doubt no mo' 

Now wait a minute y'all, I am the one 

That ride the rhythm from midnight to the morning sun 

I do it for the freedom, finance, and forever fun 

Now revolution of the mind has already begun 

Now just a second y'all 

It got to be 

For every thought is fulfilled in the prophecy 

I'm supernatural and there is no stoppin' me 

Even the ghetto is still God's property! 

C'mon 

Khujo: 

Ever since you was a youngster the devil been 

Over your soul, like this one-eyed monster 

Ain't no in between you either off or on 

Never pass judgement 

But the feeling is mutual 

Pass the hog mog, tryin' to drown me 

After years of gravel 

You promised no rest to (blow) in weeks 

I know you ain't choppin' in the next man footprints 

Wobblin' like a duck 

Stuck, crawlin' out the same hole 

me don't promote no mysterious behavior 

(Pimped) and be dead 

I used to flow, my high school goal 

It come through in the ghetto! 

CHORUS